Snowtop
You came here hoping to hear my voice,
but it is gone.
Just as most of the people we knew
are now gone.
But you still have your house
on its impenetrable bank of snow.
And if you look to the hills, know,
that is where I'm looking too.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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